Musical talent was never something I excelled in or modestly accomplished. What I lacked in musical ability was compensated by appreciation and enthusiasm. I loved listening to music, still do, and am proud of my lyrics recall. Might it be better if I remembered where I put the grocery list rather than remembering the lyrics to (Bye Bye Miss) “American Pie?” Sure, but choices aren’t always offered and I’m working on being appreciative.

As a grade school student, I didn’t realize my musical challenges. When the music teacher told me I wasn’t a good fit for the church choir, I accepted her evaluation. I believe her words included “not having found my voice yet.” I didn’t know to be looking for it. I was devastated, but one of my best friends was also given the dire news and together we survived, perhaps not totally unscathed, but professional counseling wasn’t necessary.

The following year found me back in the choir with my newly “found” voice. Who would have guessed it could happen so quickly? The initial embarrassment still lingered, but considering the multitude of other possible problems, I was grateful. No one else ever complained about my lack of musical ability. Fortunately, I’ve learned to concentrate on lyrics, gathering inspiration and pleasure that decades later still prove satisfying.

Besides a deficit in musical talent, I also struggle with technology and its many options. I’m not proficient in any aspect, but a patient husband, and knowledgeable children and grandchildren help me with numerous challenges. Ownership of a different car introduced us to Sirius XM music. There’s a monthly fee, but I more than get my money’s worth. With many channels from which to choose and easy access, it’s something even I can accomplish.

On a perfectly lovely Wednesday, my husband and I drove to visit our son for the day. It was 3.5 hours of music each way and countless memories. From 1950s music to ’60s and ’70s, I was entertained throughout. While I’m not exactly age sensitive, I was amazed at how many songs from the ’50s I knew. I didn’t realize my rock, roll, and remember started that early.

We now have three grandchildren who are 16, older than when I initially sang along to Shelley Fabare’s Johnny Angel in 1962. Yet I could recall those lyrics as though I was still in grade school listening to music from a transistor radio. Where did all those memories and music go, and how can I be a grandmother of teenagers? Before I had time to answer those profound questions, Leslie Gore was singing about her party, and the Beach Boys were harmonizing about Barbara Ann, and I was joining in.

With some songs I would know the words, but not the artist. “Party Doll” was familiar, but not singer Buddy Knox. Sirius lists song title, author, and year which are exceedingly helpful. Our question to each other was often, “Do you remember this one?” Songs “back in the day” also had a lot of repetition to their lyrics.

With continued enjoyment of tunes from decades ago, and another teenage grandchild, we’re living the life. My musical abilities never improved, but my appreciation of songs, memories, and loved ones of all ages continue growing. I am exceedingly grateful.